Today was another doozy. For completely different reasons and I *did* make it to yoga (thankfully). But yowza. My left shoulder is screaming, my whole body feels heavy and my legs are a mess. Thanks, MS.

Family is a weird, tricky thing. You realize, when you’re forty-something (in my case forty-two) that everyone is always winging it all the time, even if they proclaim authority on a matter. Everything is an opinion, a perspective, and you’re just kind of bobbing around trying to make sense of it.

But family is family. They are the people who are still around after all the shit has hit the fan. They are the ones who want to be miserable with you on holidays because that’s what is done. It’s exhausting and irritating and also, strangely comforting.

People love you but show it in strange, incomprehensible ways. They assume you understand but you absolutely do not. At all.

I’ve cried too much today. And I’m woefully behind on my to-do list (like f*cking always). I’m tired and hungry but I wonder if I’ll sleep tonight.

Oof. I miss Lucy.

xox, g